Tamed Disease...28th post...

You Say Am A Pestilence,

I Say I Am Nausea…

Call Me Expletive,

But Am A Blotch…

Not Diaspora,

But A Country Men …

Never Born, But Tamed…

Reason Not Illicit, But Ignorance…

Not Really Obnoxious But Harmful As Lethal…

I Am Not Rich, Am Poor…

I Don’t Have A Voice, But I Have A Cry…

You Can Ignore Me But Can’t Grow Simultaneously,

Because My Roots Were Sown With Intensity…

I Wait For A Wave, To Free The Slave…

I Wait For A Morning; Poor Will Wake Up Yawning…

I Wait For A Day; Rivers Will Flow Silently, Sun Will Shine Brightly And

POOR WILL WALK PROUDLY…